Growth story 1 Life is a blank sheet of paper, and each of us paints our own colors. Life is a glass of wine, and each of us tastes his own taste. Life is a slow road, and each of us is a long passer-by. Opening the door of memory, that incident made me unforgettable.

It happened when I was eight years old. On Sunday, after I finished my homework, my mother said, "Take me to my grandmother's house to play." I immediately got up and put on my clothes and went with my mother. When I arrived at grandma's house, I saw grandpa picking pumpkins in a small clearing in the yard. Pumpkin is chubby, and the pumpkin in Huang Chengcheng is like a big lantern. Unconsciously, the afterglow of the sunset dyed the window lattice of grandma's house red. I said to grandpa, "Grandpa, how do you grow pumpkins?" Grandpa replied, "As you sow, you reap." I especially like eating sugar. I think, as you sow, you reap. With a bold guess, I went to my grandmother's house to get sugar and tools for growing sugar, and planted sugar in the open space in the yard.

I opened the sugar bowl first, like a gentle white elf. I tasted it, and it was very sweet. I dug with a shovel first, reluctantly poured the sugar as white as snow into the pit, then buried it, and then watered and fertilized it with a kettle. Mom came out to take me home, and I thought, can this wish come true?

A few days later, my mother took me to my grandmother's house to play. I can't wait to see how sugar grows, but it doesn't germinate. I asked my grandfather why. Grandpa replied, "Only plants can plant, blossom and bear fruit." "I suddenly realized that only plants can grow.

This is one of the things I grew up in, which I will never forget. Childhood is like a happy river, it is just a wave inside.

Growth story 2: I changed from a crying baby to a junior high school student with some ink in my stomach. Some bumps in my growing up are like pebbles on the road when I just learned to walk, such as small toys for three-year-olds. For example, when students encounter problems, I inevitably have several hurdles to share with you during the growth of 14.

When I was 4 years old, I changed from a naughty Xiong Haizi to an elder sister who needed to take care of my younger brother. At first, I had no feelings about it. At that time, my idea was that I should eat alone. Later, I thought he was so annoying and always got into trouble, but then my mind changed. From that day on, my parents went out and I stayed at home with the troublemaker. He always cried and played with me at that time. I didn't start to make him laugh until I couldn't listen anymore. I've been thinking about it for a long time and I don't know what to do. Later, I made a face at him and showed him the doll. I had a hard time making him laugh. When the adults came back in the evening, my parents asked me how I was today. I replied that I was too tired. My mother touched my head and went to see the troublemaker. It was gone an hour later. An hour later, I cried and remembered the troublemaker again, as if to say that I was hungry. Everyone gathered around his bed, and I joined in. I heard an incredible sentence. The 1 sentence of the troublemaker turned out to be my sister. I've been a sister ever since.

In the subsequent growth process, few people were impressed, but what impressed me the most was the transfer in the third grade of primary school, which was my 1 transfer and my former friend's 1 transfer. I realized that I felt like a stranger in a foreign land last summer, and my old and kind grandmother passed away. Although I have no memories of Otawa growing up with her, I do have some.

Growing experience, although I only have a short experience of 14 years, I believe my growing experience will be more and more abundant in the future. Growth is like ink in a student's stomach, and there will be more and more. I am no longer the crying baby or the naughty three-year-old Xiong Haizi. I have grown into a junior high school student, a qualified sister and a sensible daughter. I believe that I will grow better in the future. My dream is constantly changing, just like when I was a child, I wanted to be a scientist, and when I grew up, I wanted to be a teacher, but my initial intention has never changed, that is, to contribute my strength to the country and society. At this time, it reminds me of a sentence: don't forget your initiative, your mind can always do it.

Growth story 3 Li Bai, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, did not like reading when he was a child. He often plays truant and wanders in the street.

One day, regardless of whether he went to school or not, Li Bai wandered in the street, looked around and unconsciously came to the river. Warm sunshine, cheerful birds and flowers swaying with the wind made Li Bai sigh: "How boring it is to stay at home all day in such good weather!" " "

Walking, Li Bai saw a white-haired grandmother sitting on a big stone. She was grinding an iron bar wholeheartedly. Li Bai went over curiously and asked, "Grandma, what are you doing?"

"I want to grind this iron bar into an embroidery needle." Grandma looked up and smiled kindly at Li Bai, then lowered her head to continue grinding.

"Embroidered needle?" Li Bai asked again, "Is it an embroidery needle for sewing clothes?"

"Of course!"

"But, the iron bar is so thick, when can it be ground into a needle?"

Grandma asked Li Bai, "A drop of water wears away a stone, but a fool moves mountains. Why can't iron bars be ground into needles? "

"But you are so old."

"As long as I work harder than others, there is nothing I can't do."

Li Bai was ashamed of his grandmother's words, so after he came back, he never played truant, studied hard and finally became a famous poet.

This story tells us that success requires patience and perseverance.

The Growth Story of "Commander Niu"

When I was a teenager, I often played with my companions on the hillside. When I play, I often miss the cows. Either the cow was not full at that time, or the cow went to someone else's field to chew crops. How can we not only ensure that the cows are released well, but also let everyone have fun? I discussed an idea with you. He organized his companions into three classes: one class looked after the cows and prevented them from eating crops; One shift mows the grass; Class one went to pick wild fruits. Shift work every day, watch cattle today, mow the grass tomorrow and pick wild fruits the day after tomorrow. In this way, everyone has his own job.

Towards noon, everyone returned to the original party place. The children who watch the cows make the cows eat around; The children mowing the grass are full of baskets; The children picking wild fruits brought back many delicious wild fruits from the mountains ... at this time, they brought grass and fruits and distributed them to everyone reasonably. Sometimes it's not enough, and he scores less. If there is extra grass, he hangs it on the branch with a rope, and whoever can jump up and grab it will be his. Together, we can not only put the cows away, but also have a good time. So all your friends are willing to put the cows together and call him "Cow Commander".

Stories in growth 4 There are too many stories in growth that we can't forget. Some make people laugh, while others make people understand a lot from it and benefit for life.

That day, I came home from playing football and felt very thirsty. I glanced at two oranges in the fruit basket. The big orange looks round and smooth, and you can see at a glance that it must be very sweet and delicious, while the small orange next to it is wrinkled, which is a far cry from the big orange.

I looked at the "bear-like" orange, picked up the big orange without hesitation, peeled it carefully, and looked at the full flesh, which made me more sure: the big orange must be delicious. I can't wait to worship a petal and put it in my mouth. An unbearable sour taste came out with the juice. "ah! Why is this orange so sour! " My teeth are almost sore, so spit out the oranges in my mouth. I didn't expect such a bright and beautiful orange to taste so sour! It' s really "the golden jade is outside, and it' s ruined"! I had to change my mind, grab the ugly little orange, peel it off casually and put a petal in my mouth. To my surprise, the taste of the orange I left out was so sweet that this ending had to change my view of the orange. Although its appearance is really not so good, it brings a sweet and refreshing feeling to people. It really should be "All that glitters is not gold."

Although this is a short story when I was growing up, it gave me a great shock: oranges are still like this, where are people? We can't be a big orange, but an ugly but sweet little orange. This is the truth of my growth from this growth story.

Growth story 5 Time goes by slowly, and there are many things in it, some of which are forgotten by us and some of which are still fresh in our memory.

One Saturday morning, I went to New Oriental to study math. I just drank a cup of hot milk tea, and I am in a particularly good mood. I skipped to the classroom, found a good seat next to my good friend, handed in my homework and began to preview what I was going to say that day. As soon as I opened the book, I found that I was good at solving formula puzzles that day. I couldn't help being happy, so I proudly showed off to my good friend, "You see how simple today's content is, I can do it. Am I fine? " My good friend looked at me with arrogance and said, "I'll give you a debut question." If you answer, you will be amazing. How about it? " I said smugly, "Good!" I didn't know I was cheated. He smiled and then gave me a topic that I was not good at. My smile froze in an instant. Oh dear! I have to bite the bullet and do it. My head gradually broke out in a cold sweat, blushing like a red apple, and finally dragged to class as an excuse: "Class is over, I'll explain it to you after class!" " "That I ran after class, one thousand he catch up again.

This incident taught us not to be arrogant, but to be modest.

Growth story 6 I am a sixth-grade pupil, and I have many vivid memories in my life. I used to be a carefree and happy little boy. But now I am a "man" who can handle everything by himself and doesn't need help from others. There are many stories about growing up, just pick one!

A math midterm exam, I played very differently, and the bright red big fork on the test paper made me unable to accept the result for a while. I'm not saying what will happen if I fail in the exam. I'm afraid that my parents "invite me to eat horse meat" and "stir-fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots" are not very delicious! Alas ... I dare not think about it any more .....

After school, I trudged home. This is getting harder and harder! When I got home, I picked up my schoolbag and hurried to my room. Seeing that I was in such a hurry, my father asked, "What happened today? What's the hurry? " "There is a lot of homework today, so do it early!" Then I rushed into the room. I was doing it when my father came in and said, "Son, I'm going out for a while." Oh! I know. "I think my chance has come.

When my father went out, I wrote a note, which analyzed the reasons for my poor exam results and promised that it would never happen again. I went into the room to sleep.

The next morning, I walked out of the room in fear and trembling, and saw many words on the note written on the table. I went to have a look. It turns out that dad wrote a lot of things below. I read slowly, full of words of encouragement and education. When I see "son, home will always be your safe haven, and your parents will always be your bosom friends." When I said this, my tears finally came out irrepressibly.

After that, I learned a lot. I will tell my parents everything and let them share their troubles with me. After the story was finished, it reminded me of that incident, which has moved me so far!

Growth story 7 growth is like a river, sometimes it flows to a wide and open place, and it flows thousands of miles; Sometimes it flows to a winding and narrow realm, and the loop of growth is tortuous, with joy, trouble and frustration. When you feel it with your heart, you will find yourself living in a soft world, and that moving touch is always with you: moved by that sentence, moved by that smile, moved by that tear.

When I was very young, I was very weak and often fell ill. Once, I felt a little dizzy when I was doing my homework, and I was slightly aware that I had a fever, but I continued to do my homework in order not to worry my mother. By dinner time, my mother observed that my face was not very good and my body seemed to be shaking slightly. So I quickly brought a thermometer to take my temperature and really had a high fever. My mother was so anxious that she rushed me to the hospital. After the doctor's examination, nothing serious happened. Take some antipyretic and you will be fine.

When I got home, I lay in bed and rested. My mother brought me boiled water and put the antipyretic in my palm. Looking at the medicine in my hand, my hand holding the water cup began to tremble at the moment. My mother seemed to see that I didn't want to take medicine, so she said to me, "You should be brave, you should be strong, and remember one sentence: good medicine tastes bitter and is good for illness." Encouraged by my mother, I put the medicine in my mouth and looked at my mother's tired face. The medicine in my mouth seems sweet until it reaches my heart. A stream of heat churned in the chest. I don't know how long it took, but a tear full of "love" slipped from my eyes.

Stories of growing up 8 There are too many stories in life, and many stories of growing up are caught.

We will experience many things when we grow up. With the progress of our footprints, most of the stories of our growth are abandoned by us. And those stories that remain in our minds must be unforgettable stories when we grow up. There was such an unforgettable thing when I was growing up.

It was one night, before my parents came back from a business trip, I left all the lights on in the room. Because this is my first time to stay at home alone at night, I'm scared. I sat on the sofa in the living room, turned on the TV in the living room and turned the volume up to the maximum. I prayed in my heart that my parents would come back early so that I could sleep peacefully.

Just as I was waiting anxiously, the phone at home rang. As a result, I heard a familiar voice from inside. This is my father's phone. Dad said to me, "Obviously, there is a traffic jam on the road now, and your mother and I won't get home until the morning ..." Hearing my father's words, my heart suddenly let out a cry.

After hanging up the phone, I hesitated for a long time and finally stood up. Then turn off the TV in the living room, turn off the lights at home and go to the room.

When I was lying in bed, I kept telling myself that I am a man now, so don't be afraid when I grow up. The night somehow passed in my daze. When I woke up the next day, I was surprised to see the morning light outside. I rubbed my eyes. "It's dawn."

I am very happy, because I finally overcame my inner fear and learned to sleep alone. Later, my parents always praised me and said that I had grown up.

We grow up step by step in life, and every time we overcome our inner fears, we also welcome growth. I believe that each of us has many stories of growing up. What about you? Would you like to share your growth story with everyone?

The story of growing up 9 that afternoon, I came to the classroom early. Hey, why is there a watch on the ground? Don't say it. It looks good. I stepped on it gently and looked around. No one was there. I quickly raised my feet, bent down to pick it up and returned to my seat.

"Dadada ..." A burst of hurried footsteps from far to near, and my heart was pounding. After a while, the footsteps suddenly disappeared. I looked out: Oh, it's someone from another class! Scared me, sweat ran down, and I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. And this afternoon, I spent it with guilt.

After school, I feel much more comfortable, like a small fish drinking water. However, I still touch my pockets from time to time for fear of being known or falling to the ground.

The next morning, I secretly took my watch and wanted to show it off to my classmates, but I hesitated. What should I do if my classmates find out? But my vanity finally drove me to bring it to school.

I put it on my arm and walked into the classroom trembling. I saw the owner anxiously looking for his watch everywhere. I can't bear to see his eagerness. The "firm heart" is shaken, but I still don't want to give it to him.

At lunch, I kept thinking about it and told my father what had happened. Dad said to me earnestly, "It is right to correct your mistakes. Return the watch to him when you go to class this afternoon! " "I nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

In the afternoon, I quietly returned the watch to him. He was very excited and told me that it was given to him by his friend, which was very important to him. ...

After I returned it to him, I felt very comfortable. This incident made me understand that other people's things can't be yours. At the same time, I am very grateful to my father. He pruned me on the road of my growth and made me stronger.

Instructor: Yangquan Zall Education and Training School

The story of growing up 10 "But how much love there is in every inch of grass, you will get three spring rays!" This sentence is really good. Mom's love for you can't be repaid, but it doesn't mean we don't have to repay. I know one thing.

I was a cheapskate when I was a child. Someone asked me to borrow something, but I wouldn't give it. Even my parents borrowed things from me. This behavior continued until a class: on this day's Chinese class, we saw "but how much love an inch of grass has, who will get three spring rays." At that time, it suddenly occurred to me how stingy I used to be, even my parents I felt ashamed, and then I remembered how good my parents were to me at ordinary times. When I come home from school, I want to be good to my parents.

I kept this idea until after school. I hurried in line and came to my father. I just want to say, "Dad, you have worked hard!" But before I could speak, my father said, "Today is my mother's birthday." "I'm so happy. What a rare opportunity this is. I'll take it. I said to my father, "I want to buy a cake for my mother with my pocket money." Dad was shocked by my actions and said, "You used to be so stingy. Why do you want to buy a cake for your mother today? " I said excitedly, "I used to be a cheapskate, but now I'm not." "I came to the cake shop, bought a big cake and spent a touching night with my mother. My mother and I are around the cake, and the faint candlelight is beating in front of my eyes. At this time, I am very pleased. Because I realized my mistake and corrected it in time. My mother sat in her seat and looked at me with relief, which made my heart very warm.

In this case, I know we should repay our parents.

The story of growing up 1 1 The river of memory flows quietly, and the small fish in the river keep swimming. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. But they disappeared with time. But there is a colorful little fish still in the river and in my heart.

It was a summer day in 20xx, and I took the piano band 6 exam. The scorching heat couldn't stop my happy mood, so I came to the waiting room happily. But when I sat down, I soon found a cold sweat on my head. In the hall, a voice startled me: "No.06186, No.06186, No.06186, please enter the waiting room of the examination room. I touched my chest, and my heart was beating fast! I reluctantly walked into the practice room. I want to practice, but I can't be calm inside. I looked out of the window and saw the flowers blooming in the sun, and the grass was lovely green. Pigeons in the distance are soaring heartily. The green wall of Parthenocissus tricuspidata in the distance is so gloomy. Under the sunlight, there are fuzzy spots flashing. My nervous mood seems to be much less at once.

"No.06 186, No.06 186 and No.06 186, please go to the examination room. I walked in a little nervously. Like the judges, the teacher bowed deeply. Then I went to the piano. As soon as my fingers touched the keys, I was immediately intoxicated with the music. Listen, the "happy shepherd boy" seems to think that the happy shepherd is running and running on the grassland. Melodious flute spread far and far ... Listen to Joy again, as if a little boy was skipping along a country road, watching the harvested wheat, humming a ditty and tasting the joy of harvest. There is a vice, etudes ... After playing, I came back from the ocean of music.

"You play very well," the judge teacher said to me with a smile. "You are one of the 65,438+00 people who were admitted to CET-6 this morning." I almost jumped with joy. Where there is a will, there is a way! My hard work for so many years finally paid off, and I finally passed Band 6! When I came out of the examination room that day, I was very pleased to see that flowers, grass, trees and wood were still so beautiful and smelled a faint fragrance.

The river is still flowing quietly, and the small fish in the river are still swimming like that. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Everything is so dull, but my heart can't be calm for a long time. For that little fish. ...

Growth story 12 One day, my father decided to take us to the haunted house. I'm so excited that I can't even laugh. My mouth always bends upward, even my front teeth are exposed, and my hands keep clapping. I have been thinking about what is in the haunted house in my mind, and I have been saying, "Great, great, dad is taking me to the haunted house!" "

The next day, dad drove us to the haunted house. Although the scenery next to the car is beautiful, I don't even look at it. I've been wondering what I can see in the haunted house. After a while, we arrived at the haunted house. We walked to the place where the tickets were sold, and suddenly a spider ran past. My heart jumped at once, thinking: will haunted houses be like this?

When we walked into the haunted house, I found a pair of yellow eyes looking at me. My legs were shaking with fear, but I went in anyway. When I walked in, a monster suddenly ran out and scared me to stand unsteadily. Then there appeared many ghosts in white clothes with long hair. I dare not speak out loud, my brain is pounding and my eyes are jumping out of my throat. My heart finally fell down again, and I became not afraid at all. I also greeted them generously and looked at their surprised eyes. I was very proud. After a while, we went out and went home happily.

I feel that there are no ghosts in the world. You must be calm and brave when you encounter something.

Growth story 13 The growth story of each of us is full of joy, anger, sadness and joy. Everyone's growth story is worth remembering slowly. The story of growing up is extremely colorful and continuous. Pepper is as hot and bitter as grandma's Chinese medicine soup. ......

Unfolding my picture scroll of memory, an event of last summer vacation seemed to come back to my eyes. The sun outside was shining on people that day, so I hid on the shady balcony and read a book. I looked up by accident and suddenly found two uninvited guests outside the balcony. They are birds with white cheeks, black wings and dark green tails. I can't name them. I'm watching them carefully. They have two branches in their sharp mouths. I carefully put down my book, quietly hid on the edge of the balcony, and watched the "guests" jumping on my pipa tree. I thought, what are they doing? Do you want to be my neighbor?

Sure enough, a few days later, I came to the balcony again and was surprised to find that their exquisite nest had been completed!

After a while, there was a noise in the Bird's Nest. The mother bird kept flying around the loquat tree and never left the Bird's Nest. As if afraid of who took away their baby, father bird flew back and out for a while, busy and working hard for the growth of baby bird. I was curious to see what the bird looked like, so I gently pushed open the screen window, tried to stretch my neck and stand on tiptoe ... Suddenly the mother bird came at me with feathers, and I was so scared that I sat down on the ground. God, I was scared to death. I quickly got up and closed the window. Mother bird is still flapping her wings against the window. I quickly squatted down. The bird found me missing and jumped away.

After the bird left, I found blood on the window. It turned out that the bird's wings were cracked!

I deeply feel this selfless maternal love in nature! We should live in harmony with nature!

The story of growing up 14 The pure white clouds are my happy past, the abundance of the lake is my true feeling, and the air is full of dew-like memories. Unforgettable childhood days, like running water, flow in my life. I still remember those two "looking for mom".

When I was two years old, one day after a long journey, it was evening when my mother took me back to my hometown. Moonlight is like water. "Grandma, I'm back." This crisp cry broke Yang's quiet night. When my grandmother led me into the room, I felt sleepy and fell asleep soon.

The next morning, when I opened my eyes, what I saw was not my mother's familiar and gentle face, but my grandmother's kind and old face. I haven't seen my mother after breakfast. I miss my mother very much. I ran from the front yard to the back yard, from the back yard to the front yard, and then ran outside the yard to look for it. I still didn't see my mother's figure, so I cried loudly. I cried for my mother and walked along the road outside the hospital, trying to find her.

I don't know how far I walked and how long I cried until my voice was hoarse and I was tired of walking, and I was found by my grandmother.

When I was four years old, my family lived in Guo Town. One day, my mother went to work in a drugstore. When she left that morning, she said to me, "You should sleep at home. When you wake up, turn on the TV and watch cartoons. You wait for your mother to come back at home. " But when I woke up and saw that my mother was not around, I was anxious and forgot my mother's instructions. I put on my shoes and went downstairs without locking the door. I don't know how many streets I've walked, but I know I'm going to find my mother. When I approached the door of the drugstore, I saw my mother running towards me on her bike. I eagerly shouted "Mom, Mom1111"and then rushed to my mother's side and hugged her tightly. When my mother took me home by bike, she said to me seriously, "Girl, it's very dangerous for you to find your mother yourself." A person should be strong and brave at home, don't be afraid. Besides, if you don't lock the door, bad people may come in. Take care of your home, take care of yourself, remember? "I smiled and said to my mother," Mom, I remember. "

I grew up with many stories in my childhood. What I can always remember is my mother's love and teaching, and the care of my relatives. What impressed me most was finding my mother. Childhood memories are like blossoming waves, which will ripple in my heart; Just like the leaves of wampee, it sticks to the eyes and is cool, which reminds me for a long time. ...

Growth story 15 I have experienced many things on my growth road, among which climbing the mountain is the most unforgettable.

One afternoon, my father and I made an appointment with Yu Ziyue's family to climb mountains in the park. At the foot of the mountain, I exclaimed: Isn't it tiring to climb such a high mountain? Even if I am not tired, climbing up will definitely tan me into a black pig. But there are military orders. Before I left, I promised my father that I would climb up. No matter how difficult it is, I will climb up.

I started climbing mountains. I rushed forward at a fast speed, climbed for a while and looked back: Haha, Dad, they are 1 thousand feet away from me. I climbed at the front, smug. Walking, I lost my strength, so I went to the chair next to me to rest, waiting for my father and them to come over. After my father came, I took his hand and continued to walk forward together. After climbing for a while, I feel backache and have no strength. I chickened out and was ready to give up. When my father saw it, he said to me meaningfully: Nothing is difficult in the world. If you want to win, you must stick to it. If you don't persist, you can't win! After listening to my father's words, I regained my courage and continued to climb step by step. Finally, with my father's encouragement, we climbed to the top of the mountain, and I couldn't help shouting: I won!

Through this climb, I understand a truth: anything can be done as long as you persist.